"Why so serious?"

Had this really 'Intellect'ual conversation with one of my friends, this afternoon. It started with my commenting on his status message in gmail chat, in which he quoted one of the Joker's line "Why so serious?", from the movie 'Dark Knight'. Here's how it went....

me: im not serious
:D
im having a bad cold
:(
he: so u have a serious cold?
:)
me: :D yes
;D
he: so u r serious
:D
me: no my cold is serious
hee hee
he: but the cold is urs
me: no the cold is not mine
its a parasite which has taken control over my nose without my
permission and is doing me harm
he: so the parasite is not urs
me: no its not mine
he: but it has given u sthng which is urs
the cold
me: no, it has given me something of its own
he: the parasite didnt get the cold ryt?
agrees
me: the cold is the parasite's, not mine
he: agreed
but now tat belongs to u
so it has become urs
me: no it does not belong to me
he: so sandhya has 'caught cold'
me: chan dinon ka mehmaan hai bas
he: the parasite hasnt 'caught cold'
me: its not mine forvere
he: yeah but for the moment it is urs
me: that parasite created the cold
so ideally the cold is the parasite's child
:D
no its not mine even now
it will always be the parasite's
he: u contradicting urself
even if smbdy has a child
me: no im not, dont try to confuse me
he: the child can be adopted by smbdy else
nd then it belongs to tat smbdy else
me: ive not adopted it
the parasite is using his won child to harm me
there is no question of adption or belonging here
he: u r possessed by tat cold at the moment nd so unable to think logically
the cold is urs
and u r the cold's
me: ITS NOT
he: after some time there will be another cold child
nd that child cold will catch smbdy else
and possess tat person
u have become a terror for the society
u shud be put behind the bars
:D
me: nahi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
he: see
me: yeah but atleast I'M not serious
my cold is
he: u r shouting abnormally
me: i finally proved my point, no matter what you say
he: ok temme sthng
me: hmmm
he: i'll just copy paste ur last chat
me: why?????????
he: my cold is, i finally proved my point, no matter what you say
u said 'my cold'
me: crap, arre yaar, thats a mistake
he: so point proved
me: i swear
i was typing something else to plessy, im chatting with her
to wo my wahan se aaya hai
yaar
its not proved
he: point proved
me: typo's do not prove anything
no ITS NOT
he: mistake or nomistake
my
Adjective1. of, belonging to, or associated with the speaker or writer (me):
brb, call

And there it ended with his going to attend a call.

WoW!!!! Now wasn't that intellectual ;)...

Nice one, hmmmmm.....

A wonderful poem sent to me by a friend...

Whenever you're called on to make up your mind, and you're hampered by not having any, the best way to solve the dilemma, you'll find, is simply by spinning a penny.

No - not so that chance shall decide the affair while you're passively standing there moping; but the moment the penny is up in the air, you suddenly know what you're hoping

Achievements and Accomplishments

I had typed this msg, to one my friends, on the spot, and thought i'd done a pretty good job so decided to post it. Here goes...

"Accomplishments and achievements are not standardized. There is never a fixed set of these things, never a proper list, ki maine list me ye wala kaam kiya to maine kuch achieve kar liya. The list is not common for all, its made by the person himself/herself, each to his own. Basically anything that makes you happy is an achievement. It may be very small, and many others may have done it before you, but the feeling of doing it yourself and the happiness derived from it is your achievement. What is big for you may be small and normal for others, but it is still your achievement coz you did it and you're proud of that fact. Remember one thing, your achievements are not for others to see, hear and admire. Your achievements are for your happiness in life. So dont measure it based on how others react to it. If you measure it in that way then you will always feel that you have not done anything in life, coz you're not able to make another person feel awed by you. And that ways you will always be a failure. Coz while one thing may awe one person, it might not awe another.

I dunno how far im able to explain myself. What im saying is dont judge yourself based on what others think and say about you, make your own judgements and love yourself for your own achievements. Dont live and think from another person's point of view, make your own. And once you do, strive for it, no matter how less you achieve in the meanwhile. You need to be more introspective in life, to find out the good and bad in you. The more you think deeply, the more you will find your achievements, in all aspects of life.

Oh and one last thing - at the same time dont forget to set goals for bigger achievements in life, and strive for them. But while striving, dont stop enjoying and priding yourself on the day-to-day small achievements. Big ones take time, but that doesnt signify failure. "

Sexy Eyes...

Nothing sexy about mine actually, except if you think sexy means having all the problems in the world but still striving hard to work 'just fine'....

Yes my eyes, my poor poor eyes.. and poor me too!! Who would think a little extra TV watching would get me Myopia, Astigmatism and Retinal Holes!!!!! Will tell you the whole story.

I got to know i can't see properly (and thats an understatement!) when i was 8. My mom attributed it to the fact that i watched TV too often and too close, and also that i read too many books. I was proud of the books reading accusation, but not the TV watching. I had taken too long to tell my mom that i couldnt see clearly, so when i finally did at the age of 8, my eyes were quite affected.

Its been 16 years now since i 'contracted' myopia from the TV, and i finally decided i had the moolah enough to go for a laser treatment to correct my vision.
I went yesterday to get myself tested for eligibility for LASIK (as the treatment is called). And yesterday i realised the extent of the damage to my eyes, over these 16 long years. Believe me, i went into minor depression!!! Knowing all that i had and for how long, and what could have been the consequences hadnt i found out now; seriously depressing!

But the worst was yet to come. I needed to get my eyes operated for my retinal holes immediately, if i wanted my LASIK to get done on Friday. So i agreed. The wait for the surgery was long enough. But the surgery itself was hell. Pure torture to my eyes, especially since i had already developed a headache after hearing the complete story of my eyes!

What they do is, first they dilate your pupil so that the retina is visible clearly, then they keep your eye open wide, and while passing extremely bright light so that they can see right into your retina, they also pass even more brighter flashes/pulses of green Argon laser light to burn the holes of your retina.
WOW!!!! i got the whole procedure right! Well, obviously, i underwent it :P

You ust be thinking 'ok, so whats so great in that'. Trust me, its painful. Whenever the green light hits your retina, its like a stick being pricked/pushed/whatever on the inside of your eye, like someone very small in size is punching you in the inside of your eye. Phew! i cant explain, just assuring you, you would never wanna get it done again after you've experienced it once.

And now, im bearing another torture. Something i had left behind and never expected to get back, since the past 6 years. GLASSES!!!! With a power as high as mine, trust me you cant see my eyes behind my glasses. But ive got to keep it on till my operation on Friday, and its embarrassing in office!!! Had got rid of it, 6years back, to escape the inferiority and embarrassment, but 'Its all coming back to me now... '; Celine Dion had sung this song for a very different reason from mine.

Been giving the 'dont mess with me and my glasses' look to anyone who comes with a look of surprise on their faces. I guess thats why no one till now has laughed. God save that person who does :)

Well friends, this whole story has a lesson. Respect your eyes, give it all the love and care you can. And dont get yourself into this mess, like i did 16 years back.

Oh my sleeping child.....

Another beautiful song by MLTR.. Never really understood its meaning till my sis came back home, from the US, after 2 years, carrying her little 8 month old son along with her..

Angels... Never knew what they could be like; before seeing my Shreyas, my Cheethu. The little thing, cried a lot when i picked him up. As soon as i carried him, something went through me. Some feeling.. Can't explain exactly what. But it felt beautiful, like as though i was made for this, to hold this little thing safe in my arms, take care of all his needs and give him every single thing that he needs and wants in life.

He was here for 3 months approximately. He is leaving now, in another 2 days time. I can't, rather don't, want to imagine what my life would be after he's gone. In these three months, i saw him mouth his first words, saw him trying to stand up, trying to walk, and actually taking his first few steps! Ive seen him sleeping, and everytime i did, the only song that played in my mind unbidden, was this one by MLTR. And i understood its true meaning. Before it was just a song that i loved the lyrics of, loved the music of. But now it was a feeling...

My little one has become my biggest de-stresser, after a hard day's work at office, after anything that went wrong with me. Just one look at his smiling face (even crying would do for that matter!!!), would drive away everything negative, everything rotten from my mind. He kept me awake almost every night, crying and screaming, but I still smiled as i woke up to cheer him up. Ive never shown the amount of patience i showed him, for anyone in my life. And i feel it was all worth it.

He's leaving now. Ill get back to my old routine. No de-stressing element anymore, till he comes back again. But ill keep with me the things I've learnt because of my angel.... :)

Songs for the soul....

One of them being this one which im currently listening to non-stop:

Lay a whisper on my pillow, leave the winter on the ground. I wake up lonely, theres air of silence in the bedroom and all around. touch me now, I close my eyes and dream away.

It must have been love but its over now. it must have been good but I lost it somehow. it must have been love but its over now. from the moment we touched til the time had run out.

Make-believing were together, that Im sheltered by your heart. but in and outside Ive turned to water like a teardrop in your palm. and its a hard winters day, I dream away.

It must have been love but its over now, it was all that I wanted, now Im living without. it must have been love but its over now, its where the water flows, its where the wind blows.

First blog

Hi there... My first blog. New to this, and so trying out how it works for me. I love the use of intellect and will be posting more blogs on this topic, but also on topics which affect me most. Trying to regain all that ive lost, and hope this will bring all that back to me....